The strain on my brain is mainly a large pain. The duramater (Tough Mother) and the piamater (Little Mother) don't seem to matter at all. It's the little grey (gray?) cells that make the big difference, in all their convoluted ways. Left, right, hypocampus, cerebellum (antebellum?) (unky-bellum? [they're always at it]). Medulla ah-bologny-- thus saith the Medulla Oblongata, "The Libido is intact, the race will survive" (copyrighted 1994) by yours truly. We are the brain. The brain is us. I will now get a lobotomy and join the Democratic Party!! (and as the boos and hisses [and herses] subside)...or a complete cranial excuvation and join the Republican Party (Thunderous applesauce from all those who don't really get the joke). Yes the Mind is a terrible thing, to waste. Consider yourselves lightened.